From here to there and back again, or the journey from top to bottom and side to side. An eclectic blog for reviews and poetry. Television, film and theater with an occasional random choice.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

feeling the call

looking at pictures, watching them fadeas black into gray, white is no clearerwhen days are gone longyes, momma used to jitterbugin skirts with no pleats, hershoes gone to goodwill, sunday mornphotos of picnics, iced tea and stained laceyes, watching them fade

i can rock by the mirror, as afternoon slides, tap my toes in thesummer blown dust, watching them fadegone autumn, gone cold, wintry silvertakes hold of my hair, but i rockby the mirror, and see only sunflying by

may be movies are twirling, andflickering at night, choppy voices fromplaces forgot, was i ever so gentledid i smile when you sang, was i shorteror taller, as slender as air, or am idreaming the long shallow dream

this house calls a reckoning, forpaying the tab, for hours we've borrowedone, at a time; there's an end to a debtsays a tale i once heard, there's a timewhen you'll follow, was i ever enoughbut i'm gone in my roaming, as i rockin this chair